Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 5

Fiona fixed her hair and straightened her clothes. She took the moment to grab a sip of her drink and check her makeup. She kept an eye on Tom, wondering if everything was ok, but wanted to give him his privacy also.

He mentioned something about Max, his dog. And then wandered off into the bedroom still on the phone. A few moments later, he returned without his phone. His eyes were red and he was visibly upset. 

Fiona jumped off the couch to greet him. She looked upset too. She knew Max meant more to him than anyone and if something happened to him, she knew he would be crushed. 

"My dog is at the A&E, he collapsed getting off the bed tonight. The veterinarian says she thinks it was a heart attack but they have to do tests to confirm. He's still out of it and his pulse is weak. He could recover and be put on medicine but he will still have a weak heart." Tears ran down his cheeks. Fiona felt crushed for him. She thought of telling him it will all be alright, but instead stayed quiet. She just wanted to be there for him. 

"Come sit," she led him by the hand back to the couch, "what can I do?" 

"You probably think I'm being ridiculous, but he is my best friend," he lowered his head in his hands.

"Tom," she said in a serious tone, sitting down next to him, "you know I don't think that. I understand what you're feeling, it's how I would feel too." 

He lifted his arm and tucked her under it, pulling her closer to him. She hugged him, her head was on his shoulder and her face against his neck. The smell of his skin made her heartbeat fast.

Tom sobbed into his hand, feeling safe in Fiona's arms. They sat like that for a long while. Fiona never wanted to let him go. She wished she could make things better for him, but she was glad she could be there to comfort him. She hated to think of him getting the news alone in that room and having no one to turn to.

He sat up and wiped his eyes. He kissed Fiona's head on his shoulder and rubbed her back.

"Sorry that was a mood killer," he took a deep breath to compose himself and got a glass of water from the kitchen area, "Do you want me to take you home?"

Her heart fell at that thought.

"Can I stay here? I mean if you want to be alone I get that, but if you don't…" She wasn't sure what to say. She wanted to stay but didn't want to seem too needy either. 

"Babe, I would love it if you stayed," he replied. Fiona walked over to him and kissed him on the lips. He knew how he felt about her, now more than ever. He couldn't tell her yet, that he knew, but all of his heart soared, even the broken pieces. 

Fiona knew the pain of losing someone, a dog, a person, it didn't make much difference. When you lose someone, you lose that part of your heart that you gave them. Sometimes it will grow back and sometimes you'll be left with the hole. Max wasn't gone yet but he would be sooner than Tom would have liked. She knew Tom wouldn't be the same. 

He wiped his eyes again and coughed, getting his voice back to normal. "Do you want to just absentmindedly watch some telly?"

Fiona nodded. "I just have to call my sister. She knew I went out on a date and she likes to make sure I didn't get murdered," she said with a laugh. Things guys don't experience, having to check in that your date did not kill or rape you. 

"I understand," he went into his room to give her some privacy. 

Fiona pushed the button on her blue phone to turn it on. She held down the 3 button to speed dial her sister's cell. It was about 1 in the morning there due to the time difference but she figured she'd either be up or get the message in the morning. Traci didn't answer but she left a message that she would talk to her in the morning. 

She checked herself in the bathroom mirror, her eyeliner was mostly off, she wiped it so it wasn't messy but didn't bother applying more. Her hair looked deflated, she tied it back into a high pony. She applied some tinted lip balm to her lips to give them just a little pop of color. 

Tom was in the bedroom of the suite and had the tv on. She saw through the crack of the door that he had taken off his button down shirt and was standing in a black tank. His back was to her as he folded up some clothes that were on the bed. She bit her lip admiring him. She got to see his muscles in full view and couldn't wait to be inside his arms. 

"Is it ok if I come in?" she asked from outside the door.  He turned to face her and grabbed the door to pull open. 

"No please stay out," he joked letting out a deep laugh, "the door just shuts on its own, of course you can come in." 

He put the folded clothes in the dresser drawer, and moved the rest over for Fiona to sit on the bed. His room was bare, exactly how it was when he first started staying there 4 weeks ago. Fiona sat gently on the bed, as to not disturb the clothes he was folding. She could see in his top drawer, that was where he kept his underwear and she smiled to herself for being a middle schooler. She turned her attention to the television. It was on a random baking challenge show, not something she watched regularly but she enjoyed it when there was nothing better on. She could cook and bake ok, nothing like these gourmet chefs of course, so it didn't hurt to watch and take mental notes.
 
"Is it ok that I'm wearing clothes on your bed? I know some people are bothered by that," Fiona asked. She had an ex, who would have sex with her, but she couldn't sit on her bed if she was wearing 'outside clothes.' 

Tom scrunched up his eyebrows, trying to figure out what she meant, "I definitely don't have a problem with you getting undressed. But I don't mind you... wearing… clothes?"

She explained what she meant, both of them laughing at her misspeak and the notion that people did not allow clothes. He climbed into the bed with his clothes on and put his arm around her, as they watched TV together. Both discussing their favorite meals or kitchen mishaps. They both preferred dessert to any other food. 

It was almost midnight and they both were getting tired. The baking show turned into reruns of American sitcoms from the 70's. Funny to Fiona since she had watched them as reruns when she was a kid, and not so funny to Tom who didn't get the humor. They flipped around for something else and landed on a movie that was half way over. They figured they could enjoy what was left, or at least it could be background noise while they talked and fell asleep. 

"Do you want a t-shirt or shorts or something?" He asked, pulling at her shirt, reminding her of the nice shirt she had borrowed from Montana. 

"Oh, I guess I'll take a shirt," she sat up in the bed while he looked through his shirts for a smaller one. He tossed her the gray one he wore to the cafe the other day. "Thanks."

She pulled her tank top up over her head and tossed it on the chair next to the bed. In just her black bra, she slipped his shirt over her head and untied her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. He watched her from the foot of the bed, memorized by her actions. Fiona knew what she was doing. She didn't expect anything to happen really, since she knew he was worried about his dog, but she couldn't help flirting just a little.

Tom, in response, took his jeans down and was standing in his dark blue boxer briefs for a moment before slipping his legs into some baggy, sport pants. Fiona frowned at him. Tom laughed and walked back to the bed and slid beneath the sheets to join her. He groaned and rolled over to her, pulling her closer to him. She gave him a small kiss and nuzzled her head into his chest. He pulled back a moment and adjusted, taking off his tank top. Fiona bit her lip as he laid back down. She put her head back to his chest, this time no fabric between their skin. Her hand ran up his waist and stopped on his bare chest. She ran her fingers gently up and down, through some thin chest hair. 

Tom's hands rubbed against her back, against his own shirt. He reached further and tucked his hands under the shirt so that he could touch the skin on her back. Every inch of her skin was soft like satin, Tom noticed. His hands couldn't get enough. They ran along her lower back and up to her shoulders.

Fiona rolled away slightly, lifting from Tom's arms she glided her jeggings off, kicking them to the foot of the bed. 

"Sorry they were uncomfortable," she lied. And moved back within his arms.

"Mmhmm," he moaned, his hands resting on her ass. 

She shimmied in closer to him, their legs intertwined as their bodies touched. She ran her hand across his chest and rested it around him.
They both fell asleep holding each other in their arms.